"your life will be ruined."
"if i am with you, how could that be possible?"
this story is purely fiction, with all characters also being fictional.
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The day had come too soon for both the princess and the boy.
The day where he would wait outside whilst the girl was inside, being fitted for dresses which would be worn in a years time to wed a man other than him.
It stung, how could it not? Although the boy had accepted his fate. The very fate he was warned of.
"You'll be here for dinner, son?" The boys father knocked him out of his thoughts, standing in the rough frame of the doorway to his room.
"I'm sure I will be," Hyunjae answered, picking up his shirt to put on as he felt conscious of his even thinner frame.
"You've been skipping too many meals," his father muttered, eyeing the boy suspiciously as he stayed quiet, buttoning the top of shirt frantically. "Won't you talk to your old man?"
The boy almost let out a laugh, shaking his head as he looked anywhere but him. "What is there to talk about, father?"
The man sighed, taking it upon himself to sit on the edge of his sons bed whilst the door shut lazily behind him.
"We warned you about being emotionally involved with the royals," he started, making Hyunjae huff loudly. The last thing he needed today was a lecture. "Never mind romantically."
"You told me you were too," the younger hissed back, being sure his mother couldn't hear. "It isn't so easy, father."
"I of all people know it isn't," he replied, shaking his head gently. "But I don't want the same outcome for my son. I don't want you to feel how I felt the day I escorted her to her wedding."
His words resonated with the boys thoughts these last few days. He knew he would be the one to take her to the princess castle, he just knew he had a long time to prepare for such a moment.
"From that day on, we never spoke again," his father continued, reminiscing. "For the first time, she wouldn't allow it. The day she became queen, she was sure to rid me from her life."
"What are you saying?" Hyunjae asked, sounding bewildered and offended, which he was.
"I then met your mother," he replied, the atmosphere becoming less tense. "And she changed my life."
"I should go down to the village and mingle with the girls down there, is that what you're saying?" The boy scoffed, turning his back to the man again.
Silence washed over the pair, the younger only being able to hear his own harsh breathing and his head began to spin. "I'm asking you this, is she worth it?"
Hyunjae stayed still, the aggression he once felt had only doubled, but he felt as though he had grown somewhat numb to it. "Worth what?"
"You skipping meals," the man started, sighing. "Making you feel sick at the thought of her wedding another man before your very eyes, the risk this relationship will put myself and your mother at with the castle. We'll lose everything if you two were to be caught. We could even lose you, haven't you stopped to think about this?"
